Pipe Night goes terribly wrong for Kyle

I attended last evening's monthly Pipe Night at our local Reno tobacconist, the Tinder Box. Some attendees, not BoB brothers mind you, went off the rails. One, a hirsute blowhard, had to be reprimanded severely by your correspondent. The other, a 50-something Filipino woman, was completely intoxicated. She hopped from lap to lap, ending up with BoB notable, a certain Kyle Weiss. As I bid them all a good night, Mr Weiss grasped my hand in a death grip, pleading with me not to leave. I left him with my best wishes, as I hurried to my vehicle for a speedy getaway. I'm investigating whether there is photographic testimony to this raucous spectacle.

...Kevin lives in a strange little world, which I still am trying to understand at times. Since he's insisting on taking this here, I'll see if I can piece the evening and some back-story together.

Nary mentioned is the said blowhard managing to hand back Kevin some deserved flack because the blowhard in question is actually a pretty golden-hearted guy. Irritating at times, but a very friendly and devoted fellow. I can't say the same hasn't been said for me at times. Kevin sometimes insists on having hours long rallying cries, obsessed rants involving our poor blowhard friend, and ironically becoming that which he has claimed to "reprimand."

Nary mentioned is the Filipino woman, Ninina, a charming but yes, intoxicated 50-something wife (and arm-candy) of an 82 year old gentleman who frequents the Tinder Box--both great people. Kevin couldn't understand why she kept bothering him...except for me to admit I kept saying that the guy with the funny hat, glasses and man-purse needed to smile more. After about three failed attempts and a nervous Kevin trying to piece together the most succinct way to get rid of the poor gal as he eyeballed her approach, his best was a stammering "...uh...we're having a conversation...thank you..." and turning his back on her. Before she left, she called him a "sour shithead."

Nary mentioned that as the woman above shook his hand she grasped it and begged him not to leave. Kevin, apparently with an eye lacking detail, had no idea we were all poking quite the amount of fun at his expense, and my final mocking of Ninina's wellwishing him home, I found it odd Kevin was running away from a good time more than me begging to be grabbed from a bad one...

...to each his own, though. I had a fantastic, albeit weird, time at the Tinder Box November 2012 Pipe Party.

As with all Big Lies, Kyle's dyspeptic monologue has some small kernels of truth lodged within it. In his case, perception has indeed become reality, and he believes all of what he wrote is in fact true. As for me, if I wanted to engage in badinage with drunks, I'd go to one of Reno's many public houses. On Pipe Night, I'd prefer, oddly enough, to smoke a pipe and try to engage with my fellow pipe smokers in lively conversation. Apparently Mr Weiss prefers the company of loud, slovenly drunks and dysfunctional monomaniacs. If he, and his churlish friends found me a subject of their childish humor, so be it. Somehow, I'll endure.

Disinterested...with Kyle around??? Yeah I don't see that happening. I think every last one of us would have been egging on the drunk lady to have a little more time on his lap, maybe a nibble on the earlobe or something. With cameras at the ready.

This is like a typical "he said/she said" episode. Now we need posts by the hairy guy and the Filipino woman telling their versions of the events. Finally the guy who runs the Tinder Box will come on and tell us what actually happened, and we'll all say "Ahhhh. That's what the goat was doing there!"

Not knowing any of the participants, I still find this hilarious.The staid college professors, capped and gowned, in their club. Puffing and cogitating and conversing. The underclassmen sneaking a common barnyard animal past the butler. ...

Ninina and her husband...she was about one sheet to the wind in this shot... Heh.

Harold (behind the counter, good guy, cool to hang out with), his friend Taylor at left and your humble goatlover looking puzzled by all of the meerschaum that was ordered for the party...

At right, Fred the Extensive Storyteller smoking the Giant Nording I sold him for $50 (Kevin's proclaimed nemesis--the guy not the pipe...well, probably the pipe, too ), and a super cool guy whose name I've forgotten at left...